Chen Mengyan hesitated for a long time about the death of Wang Zhitao, but eventually, she didn't tell her father. Because if her father intervened, it was likely to be unfavorable to Wang Xue. Wang Xue might be sentenced, and this wasn't what Yang Ming wanted to see.
Chen Mengyan didn't want to be a woman who blabbed. When she got home, her mother was busy cooking in the kitchen. Chen Mengyan wondered, "Mom, Dad isn't at home. What are you going to do with so many dishes?"
"Isn't it Valentine's Day today? You can celebrate the holiday, but your Dad and I can't celebrate the holiday?" Mother Chen smiled. "I cooked a few dishes and will take them to the hospital in a while to be romantic with your Dad."
"Hehe, Mom, I support you." Chen Mengyan couldn't help but laugh.
